The Don of Night✔

Twenty

The ceiling in the room was popcorn. 

There were small little lumps littering across it. 

There was no smooth texture anywhere. 

It looks like vomit. White vomit from someone who ate oatmeal.

Ellie knows this because she has been staring at the thing since her eyes opened. 

When she had felt the cool side of the bed, she didn't even care to wonder. She was instead grateful that Kian had disappeared before she had woken up. 

She needed this time by herself to digest everything without Kian persuading her mind to think there was hope in this construed way of life. 

Ellie had to accept whether she wanted to or not that this was indeed her fault. 

She had allowed her toxic trait of ignoring red flags to get in the way and not control herself enough to stay away from Kian when she knew he was indeed dangerous. 

She didn't tell her friends. 

She didn't fight hard enough to have him come clean to her. 

She wasn't enough for him to trust her. 

And, in the end, she was almost shot along with her friends. 

One of them could have been dead all because of her.

All because she was too weak, even now, to say no to Kian. 

The entire night he apologize to her with his lips. She thought that he would get up from there and try to please himself too, but despite her continuance of orgasms on his delightful lips, he kept down there spelling sorry over and over again with his tongue.

She had fallen asleep from the exertion, but throughout the night she had woken up to gunshots ringing in her head and her mind coming back to the scaringly truth she had come to. 

Ellie was in love with Kian. 

So in love that even his confession didn't scare her away about her parents and that his father was the one to kill them. 

It was hard to explain but Ellie didn't have any kind of connection with these people other than they were sperm and egg donors, so as harshly as it sound she didn't care. 

Especially after learning what they were into.

Kian had done well to reassure her that she was nothing like them, but she couldn't help to think that she was like them to some degree. 

No, she wasn't into trafficking children and women, nor was she interested in killing people, but she had to have something of them to be completely in love with a man who she knows is dangerous.

Kian being in the mafia was supposed to ward her off. It would ward off anyone who was sane, but here she was oddly fine with the idea. To Ellie, it was like Kian telling her what he was doing just made everything click into place. 

It made her understand him more. 

What made her angry?

Well, it was still the fact that Kian didn't trust her. 

In her illogical mind, she felt like if Kian had trusted her enough to let her in what had happened in the club wouldn't have. Like somehow, she would have been more prepared.

What was wrong with her?

Kian was right last night. 

Ellie hated to admit that. She hated when he was right.